"But darling, what about the ending?"
— Six Word Story #18 - Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)

unconsumption:

Taiwanese design factory Fabcraft … wanted to find a way to bring 3D printing to the average person. They wound up getting some design plans and open-source software off the internet to build their own 3D printer, which they strapped to a bicycle and called Mobile Fab.

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It has a workstation that grinds plastic cups (currently only No. 5 grade plastic) into a powder that is put into the 3D printer. The 3D printer converts the powder into an ink that is used to create gear-shaped tokens that are later fitted with LED lights and can be placed in bike spokes. The whole process takes about 2 hours.

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The Fabcraft team bicycles around town asking people for their used cups and giving demonstrations on how the Mobile Fab works. They explain the many benefits of their creation, including reducing carbon footprints and pollution.

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humansofnewyork:

"My best friend’s husband was a police officer who died in a shootout. For a few days, the media presented the story as a tragedy. Then I guess everyone got bored with that angle, because the story changed after a few days, and the media started reporting on the size of the insurance settlement my friend received. The story completely changed based on what they chose to focus on. I haven’t watched TV since."

aljazeeraamerica:

Dizzy Gillespie for President: When politics was a groovier thing 

There are many reasons to remember Dizzy Gillespie. His look, for one thing: the horn-rimmed glasses, pouched-out frog cheeks, and that trumpet, bent up at a 45-degree angle. The ground floor inventor of bebop, he had an unforgettable sound, a mastery of harmonic invention and implied chords, firing off fusillades of rhythmic phrasing. Gillespie was smart. He was funny. He played with Charlie Parker and influenced Miles Davis. Fifty years ago, he also ran for president.

It started as a joke, as so many serious things do. His booking agency had some “Dizzy Gillespie for president” buttons made around 1960, because, you see, it’s funny. Somebody even asked Gillespie why a black jazzman — a permanent member of the underclass if there ever was one — would even think of trying for the job. “Because we need one,” he said. 

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This is why I stick with Al Jazeera

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policymic:

You have to listen to this guy’s tattoo

Dmitry Morozov has a big tattoo on his forearm. To the lay person, it looks like a series of black bars of different sizes. But media-artist and research scientist Morozov has a deeper meaning: his tattoo, paired with a mechanical arm, is actually a musical instrument.

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gradientlair:

So tender and so powerful. Love these photographs. ❤ gradientlair:

So tender and so powerful. Love these photographs. ❤

gradientlair:

So tender and so powerful. Love these photographs. 

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lil-chingona:

mexicanfoodporn:

Camarones con guacamole

Omfg

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overlypolitebisexual:

whenever i see these post-apocalyptic films set in the USA where everyone is pretty much just killing each other with no mention of other nations i always just assume that the rest of the world is fine and has learnt how to resume life as normal

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munchies:

Your Diet is Making You Smell Weird

When I was 19, I had a crusty boyfriend who spontaneously decided that for health reasons, he was going to eat half a dozen or so raw garlic cloves every day. Which actually sounded kind of okay, at first; garlic is delicious and antiviral and antifungal and anti-everything-bad, and I’m generally unfazed by garlic breath if it’s emitting from someone I love. It seemed like a welcomed addition to his diet that otherwise consisted exclusively of spaghetti with hot sauce and tofu dogs. But after a week or two, he was a changed man. An insidious scent wafted not only out of his mouth, but also out of his armpits, feet, neck, and hairline. I have a distinct memory of kissing his cheek and tasting an industrial-strength aroma analogous to the bottom layer of a mid-summer New York City dumpster. He was emitting a pungent garlicky venom, 24 hours a day, seemingly from every pore (and orifice) on his body. The garlic ritual had to go; it was me or the garlic.

And so it did, eventually, but my memory of this phase, in addition to some other choice experiences, has since instilled me with a trust in the belief that “you are what you eat”—in other words, whatever you put in your mouth is going to make its way into every weird perspiration, fluid, and mucous that lives in or comes out of you. And as it turns out, we’re not imagining it.

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populationgo:

It will launch first on S-TIVO set-top boxes leased by U.S. cable companies. Eventually, the company does plan to also use non-TiVo set boxes.

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QuestionHave you ever had an imaginary friend? :D Answer

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e-bae:

Told this girl to text me when she got home… I think she homeless